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letra de pro-files (clean) - breez evahflowin'

breez evahflowin’ – “pro-files”
[emcee(s): breez evahflowin’]
[producer(s): dj static]
[scratches: dj static]
[sample (melody): ramsey lewis – “sun goddess”]

[intro: breez evahflowin’]
(detonator, yo. lighting the fumes). uh. breez evahflowin’ (stronghold). stronghold number 4 representing, what? like this, what? pro-file, what? detonator, what? dj static. word up. (what? papa d!’s lab. huh?). sure you want to do this like this, right? (do it like this)

[verse 1: breez evahflowin’]
i’ll begin on some
mvp sh-t, biyaitch!
n-ggas got the nerve when they nerd like screech
i’ll vibrate the verb like turned-off beat
learned on streets, battle n-ggas burned off leaf
breez (what?) chill like turned-off heat
now they want what i earned off beats (haha)
rhymes (yeah). i know you don’t care, shorty (what?)
that’s why i cop shares while you share 40s
static automatic on some young berry gordy
sun category, “to the top,” be the story (what?)
y’all n-ggas bore me. sound-alike crews corny
my stronghold rock n-ggas for me. i rock ‘em
for them, locking ‘em inside of graffiti shapes
smack ‘em in the face with their cd case (ha!)
smash with the force of warhead (ha!) and leave your
shot outlets stuck to the bone in your forehead

[hook: breez evahflowin’ with scratches by dj static]
i’ll pro-file on some stronghold sh-t
we gon’ blow sh-t ‘til we on your sh-t
and sink your sh-t. bring your sh-t
we could do whatever thing—brick roll thick
and raise that sh-t like a forklift
a folktale. my fame is underground folklore
i spoke war. simultaneously
i tried to open up their eyes, but they still can’t see

[verse 2: breez evahflowin’]
yo, i’ll see through
the lies and rise ‘til my depth’s affected
and scrutinize like my n-gga deck inspect sh-t
sh-t’s “hectic.” still, the record got pressted
manager hollering ‘bout she need more press skits
see, i’ve been tested in this game by flame
gained my fame from n-ggas trying to maim my brain
and them same mens who wouldn’t do business then
run up after battles with a grin—as if you want to see
me win. i’m the ground beneath the underdog feet
the sp-ce in between where worm creep, the place where
the root lay deep, the bed from where the undead
creep, the base of a creek that runs deep
when one seeks oil, i’ll draw ink and write
on the fossilized white of bones past the brink
breez a gem, detonator double the prize
so d-mn underground that light hurts my eyes

[verse 3: breez evahflowin’]
yo, you ain’t creative. you’re just a different kind of wack
you ain’t made it. you’re just shining from a lack
you ain’t large. you’re like a buick to a benz
as fluid as a trend and you’re doing it again?
you’ve got no friends. they’re just bright groupies
hoping to catch a cameo in the next mic movie. now
you might move me if you could find your f-cking heart
you’re blinded in the dark, trying to find the f-cking charts
you ain’t a smash hit. y’all promotors for caskets
a song n-ggas sing when n-ggas getting their -ss kicked
how could you be raw when you’re overexposed?
you got it good? good, n-gga. now get over the clothes
get on with the flows. oh! i forgot you suck
you ain’t got soul—sold it for what got you bucks
now what’s real is i got you stuck. remember breez
evahflowin’, stronghold come to lock this up

[hook: breez evahflowin’ with scratches by dj static] (x2)
i’ll pro-file on some stronghold sh-t
we gon’ blow sh-t ‘til we on your sh-t
and sink your sh-t. bring your sh-t
we could do whatever thing—brick roll thick
and raise that sh-t like a forklift
a folktale. my fame is underground folklore
i spoke war. simultaneously
i tried to open up their eyes, but they still can’t see

[outro: breez evahflowin’]
(what? pro-filing). no doubt. (keep wiling on some stronghold!). papa d! on the boards (what?). detonator, y’all. (pro-filing). breez evahflowin’. strongholding! (what? huh). y’all better know stronghold is in your area. y’all better know stronghold is in your area. word. (pro-filing. keep wiling). nyc, baby. to the bean town and beyond

- breez evahflowin

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